The Royal Contract

"Sir, my men are ready to go in," Tim reported to his counterpart at their home base.

He could tell that Ethan was carefully monitoring the entire situation. He wanted him updated with all their movements if it was possible.

After getting the assurance from all his men that they were all set, he gave the signal to move into enemy territory lines. He had already briefed each one of them on their responsibility. The rest would be up to them.

"I want all of you guys back in one piece." He reminded his men as they, one by one, left his position, leaving him alone in a darkened portion of the area just outside the perimeter fence.

With a long-range rifle in his hand, he could put down with ease some of the targets assigned to him. It was the best that he could do with his condition. At least he would be covering his team from any attack on their backs.

He could not run fast or fight in hand-to-hand combat with the wound still limiting his movements. The best option for him to help his team was to shoot the enemies from his angle without being caught.

"Careful on your left, Charlie." He instructed on his earpiece, calling the attention of one of his men.

Then, he watched his team infiltrate the camp of their enemy. So far, they had entered the fence without anyone noticing them. He let the scope of his rifle check each of his men.

He could see the place swarming with guards. He could not just shoot any of them. He had to be careful not to alarm the rest caused that would cause chaos if they were made aware of their presence.

Each of their targets went down as his men worked on their assignments. He had instructed his men to clear out the northern portion first, then worked their way to the building they believed their boss was held.

"Another one is coming on your left, Bravo." He spoke the call sign of one of his teammates, making him aware of the danger near him.

At the moment, his team was doing a splendid job securing their first objective. But the mission was far from over. They had just begun, and the hard part was yet to come.

On the other side of the fortress, two figures moved in the corner, hiding in the shadows of the night. One stealthily moved as he maneuvered around the place. The other one followed nervously, keeping close as much as possible.

"Are we close, Samson?" She whispered as she tried to inhale deeply. She could feel her heart almost skipping a beat every time she heard something other than the sounds the two of them made.

Her hands were cold from the nerves she felt in her body. She was breaking a sweat as if she had run a mile at full speed. But she hardly moved as they went from one corner to the other in slow motion. A snail might surpass them if they kept at this pace.

"Just over that corner." He pointed to the next house. A small one. "That is where they are treating him," Samson answered her before putting a single finger on his lips to tell her to keep it quiet.

He said they had to be careful not to be caught because she would end up back in her prison or worse, while he would end up dead for helping her escape.

Fortunately, he had come up with the idea of distracting the guards while they made their escape from the main house. If he had not foreseen the event earlier, they would not have even made it outside her room.

Besides, he had studied the entire house since he arrived at this place. He knew how to move around the vicinity without alarming the others.

"Ok." She acknowledged his warning, knowing that he was right. She had to follow his instructions if she wanted them to get out of here alive.

She knew how to fight, but she was not trained in this form of combat. It was more than she could handle on her own. Luckily, she had a big man on her side. Hopefully, he would be enough if the need arose.

She could see that he was carrying two guns on both sides of his body, but she would not be surprised if he had one more hidden in his body for backup.

She wondered how good was his aim and if he had already killed somebody in cold blood, without mercy. He was still a criminal despite doing a good deed at the moment.

"We are here." He finally said as they safely crossed the space between the two structures without anyone noticing them.

He went to the window he used earlier and checked if somebody had noticed his presence earlier. But it had remained unlocked, so it was safe to say that nobody knew he was here.

Luckily, the window was covered by a tall bush, preventing passersby from seeing them. He looked at her as he prepared her to crawl their way inside the small hall.

Inside, the man lying on the bed had been conscious for a while now. He had regained most of his body function. It still hurt like hell when he suddenly moved his body, but it had subsided a bit compared to the other night.

He remembered the words of the unknown man. He wondered if it was a figment of his imagination, a hallucination that was playing in his drug-induced mind.

But then again, why did the drugs suddenly had not worked when injected into him. He did not feel sleepy, and he did not feel paralyzed anymore.

Although he pretended that it turned him useless in front of the doctor, just like what the voice said to his ears. There was nothing he would lose anyway if he followed his command.

"Come on, you can take the pain." Finally, after some encouragement, he had made it to a sitting position, holding on to his ribs which was the one badly hurt.

Maybe the medications helped a bit to heal him, in addition to the time given to him to sleep, but he was not yet fully recovered.

He believed he still might have a few minor bone fractures but not enough to kill him, not yet. His body was covered with bruises, but he pushed through the pain, wanting only to escape with his wife.

"You can do this. You are getting out of here with Dani." He thought to himself, gently rotating his shoulders, trying to make the blood flow again throughout his body.

Then, he heard the sound of a window opening on the other side of the room. It was coming from behind him. But it was taking all his effort to turn around and check on it.

"Alex?" The sound of a familiar angelic voice reached his ears. It suddenly made him move his body quickly.

The pain shot up in his side, making him slightly twist on his side to alleviate the pain. But the adrenaline of hearing her voice was also starting to kick in.

He could feel the excitement of seeing her again. Hope had resurfaced in his heart at the thought of escaping with his wife.. He could not help but think that he was the damsel in distress and she was the knight in some baggy clothes.